Baily's Magazine of Sports and Pastimes, 16. sējumsBaily Bros., 1869 |
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course or not , for the victims were never wearied of waiting for that " good thing ' which they felt assured was yet in store for those who could bide their time . And into the services of those who divided the spoils was pressed a ...
course or not , for the victims were never wearied of waiting for that " good thing ' which they felt assured was yet in store for those who could bide their time . And into the services of those who divided the spoils was pressed a ...
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... never wearied of studying that noble animal , from taste quite ' as much as from patriotism or professional necessity . I have con- ' sulted the most esteemed authors and men of great erudition , but I ' confess that it is among the ...
... never wearied of studying that noble animal , from taste quite ' as much as from patriotism or professional necessity . I have con- ' sulted the most esteemed authors and men of great erudition , but I ' confess that it is among the ...
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... never were killed , though , ' flashed out Sylvia , with an air of triumph . No , ma'am , I can't say that I ever was , ' he replied with delibe- ration , as though the idea had presented itself to his mind for the first time . ' But ...
... never were killed , though , ' flashed out Sylvia , with an air of triumph . No , ma'am , I can't say that I ever was , ' he replied with delibe- ration , as though the idea had presented itself to his mind for the first time . ' But ...
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... never knew . The sweet little cherub that sits up aloft , keeping watch over Dibdin's unexcep- tionable seaman , probably took him in hand . Crisp gravely waited until he saw Teddy O'Toole gently deposit his old plague upon the summit ...
... never knew . The sweet little cherub that sits up aloft , keeping watch over Dibdin's unexcep- tionable seaman , probably took him in hand . Crisp gravely waited until he saw Teddy O'Toole gently deposit his old plague upon the summit ...
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... never been such a dress . Three other redcoats , too , were on duty that day , and they just put in the tint which was required to make up the picture -contrast of colour is beautiful , but want of scent is the reverse . When Baron ...
... never been such a dress . Three other redcoats , too , were on duty that day , and they just put in the tint which was required to make up the picture -contrast of colour is beautiful , but want of scent is the reverse . When Baron ...
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